I do know.He must have sensed it to as he was soon going fast, probably the fasted he could ever go with a woman. He even grabbed my breasts and start...d playing with them, exciting both me and him in the process.“Fuck. Spencer. Fuck me more,” I said, unable to control my own mouth.“You’re a good fuck Sam,” Spencer replied. “I can see why Carly like you.”The mention of her name was enough for me to picture her face on his body, her breasts on his chest and her strap-on (if she had one of course,. I lay on the bed face down and let him act out his sexual caprice. First he did my shoulders, working the oils into my skin. I could feel myself drifting into ecstasy. He used his thumbs on the nape of my neck relieving all my tensions and then continued down my spine, my buttocks and my thighs in turn. ‘Now something special.’ he whispered in my ear. He touched my buttocks again, this time gently prizing them apart with his fingers. I could feel him probing my pussy lips and I held my breath. Both were places were her spirit roamed free and the Art Angel spread her wings.She'd sit at her art desk, hair up in a ponytail, bare toes wiggling and create some of the same beautiful pictures she had escaped into twenty years ago. She would spend hours creating heartwarming scenes of little girls playing, of fairy tale princesses, and of lovely young women living the life she was still trying to create. Only now, she was 25 and not 5. Fine art tools had replaced crayons and coloring. "I wanna dance! Let's get this party started!"She went to the stereo, swaying her ass as she did so, knowing the boys would be watching and wondering just what she had under her sexy little skirt.Her aunt Barbara had the radio to some god-awful easy listening station."God, My aunt Barbara is such an uppity self-righteous old cunt!" she told the boys."You got that right," said Charlie. "I wonder how her niece ended up being such a smokin' hot party girl?" Just lucky, I guess," said Barbie. "I.